Psalms 30

1 [A Psalm. A Song for the Dedication of the Temple. By David.] I will extol you, Jehovah, for you have raised me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.

I WILL extol thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

2 Jehovah my God, I cried to you, and you have healed me.

O Lord my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

3 Jehovah, you have brought up my soul from Sheol. You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

O Lord, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sing praise to Jehovah, you his faithful ones. Give thanks to his holy name.

Sing unto the Lord, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.

5 For his anger is but for a moment. His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may stay for the night, but joy comes in the morning.

For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.

6 As for me, I said in my prosperity, "I shall never be moved."

And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.

7 You, Jehovah, when you favored me, made my mountain stand strong; but when you hid your face, I was troubled.

Lord, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.

8 I cried to you, Jehovah. To Jehovah I made petition:

I cried to thee, O Lord; and unto the Lord I made supplication.

9 "What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?

What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?

10 Hear, Jehovah, and have mercy on me. Jehovah, be my helper."

Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me: Lord, be thou my helper.

11 You have turned my mourning into dancing for me. You have removed my sackcloth, and clothed me with gladness,

Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

12 To the end that my heart may sing praise to you, and not be silent. Jehovah my God, I will give thanks to you forever.

To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.